~ The Woman of DustA Poem by~ Because dancers are the messengers of the Universe...~ The Woman of Dust
It was the last time she danced Full of passion and emotion Her eyes filled with sparkles, she glanced The evening was loaded As she was liberated... As a red orchid flower she moved Along the stage so elegant secure She bloomed so purely I was there… In Amsterdam’s Carré, It was her last dance, She moved as if she could die As if her life could stop… The bliss she felt over the years, As a true dancer came to an end… Now she would be remembered As the Woman of Dust… A true Legend ~ Elisa Laura © 2013Author's Note
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